He was a very strong man with a smile on his face at any time and looked very honest and honest.

He knew the rules very well, saluted respectfully to Fuquan, and expressed his intention with a smile: "Chief, I want to change some cloth."

While speaking, Fuquan subconsciously brought some anxious tone: "How much do you want to change? How do you change?"

"Fifty pieces of cotton, I'll exchange this for this." As he said that, the strong man took out a piece of meat from his backpack.

It was pickled bear meat. The dry surface was black, exuding a smell of salt and a faint odor. Fuquan cut off a piece with a knife and found that the inside of the meat was dull and sauce. This showed that the marinating process of the bear meat was not as good as expected. It was probably because he was covered in a high temperature environment for a while and it was a little deteriorated.

Marinated meat is different from dried meat. The former contains moisture, while the latter is completely dry and very hard when pinched in the hands.

Fuquan frowned again. He squeezed the cut piece of meat with his thick fingers and sighed secretly. In terms of quality, this piece of cured meat is sloppy. The deer people are not picky about food, and when they get hungry, they can even swallow the rotten meat found in the wild. The reason why they feel disappointed is that they have compared the top-quality dried fish from the young leader of Panshi Village. Looking at the black cured bear meat in their hands, which is vaguely smelling odor... Fuquan immediately had a huge psychological gap.

Things always need to be replaced. Although cotton cloth is valuable, its value must be reflected in winter. The problem that Zuosuozhai urgently needs to be solved is the upcoming famine.

"Tell me, how do you want to change it?" Fuquan's voice, who had no choice, sounded very dull.

The strong man grinned, revealing two rows of dark yellow teeth: "Six kilograms of cured meat exchange for a piece of cloth, what do you think, leader?"

"What did you say?" Fuquan suddenly raised his originally drooping eyelids and emitted two incredibly cold gazes.

The strong man was a little furrowed by his stare. He quickly took a step back half a step, subconsciously tense all over his muscles, raised his shoulders, and made an instinctive alert state, carefully repeating the previous words: "I said that six kilograms of cured meat would be replaced with a piece of cloth, cotton, not linen."

This number is indeed higher than what Tianhao gave. But the account is not calculated like this. Marinated meat is different from dried fish, and the moisture content is about 50%. In this way, the total amount of food actually obtained is far less than that of dried fish.

"I won't do this business anymore...you go!" Fuquan lowered his already blue face, raised his hand, and waved at the strong man like chasing a fly. At this moment, he even had the desire to kill people.

The leader's orders should not be disobeyed. The armed guards pushed the strong man and took him out of the house. They had already walked far away and could still hear his vague shouting.

"Don't do this, we can discuss it again if the price is not right!"

"I'll suffer a little loss, is it okay to have six and a half pounds?"

"…Seven pounds! No more."

"I don't even change seven pounds? Then you can keep those cloths yourself. Bah! I'll see what you eat then!"

The idea of ​​killing people and robbing goods did appear in Fuquan's mind. But no one is a fool, and he will not be foolish with all the trading goods. Zuosuozhai is now the weakest period, and the grain stored in the village is only enough to last for about two weeks at the minimum consumption standard. Under such circumstances, it is impossible to attack other villages.

Fighting requires strength, and the result of not having enough food is being killed in vain.

On the second and fourth days, two more guys came to Zuosuozhai who wanted to change cloth. One wanted to change ten horses and the other wanted to change four horses. The price they offered was also outrageously low: the other gave six kilograms of thick noodles to change cloth. It was flour mixed with a lot of bran, which was mixed with a lot of impurities. Fuquan touched it with his hands, and from time to time he heard a very hard thorny feeling from the tip of his fingertips, probably either a wheat or a small stone. The other one who took it out was also the same meat, because the salt was not enough, the meat was rotten very high, and it emitted a strong and odorous smell.

Even if it was something that could barely be considered food, he actually gave the exchange price of "five kilograms to exchange for a piece of cotton".

Fuquan felt that he was going crazy.

It was not that he had thought that he would go out to find a business. In fact, just before Tianhao came, Fuquan had planned to organize a group of people to visit several surrounding villages in sequence and promote the fabric produced by Zuosuo Village. But he was really a little embarrassed... In previous years, leaders from other villages were always leading people to come to the door to exchange cloths, but this year's situation was reversed. "Identity" often binds your brain, making you feel superior, and you have a strange sense of arrogance for some things you should have done yourself. Fuquan is like this now. He urgently needs help, but he really can't pull this face.

The regretful thoughts linger in the brain, becoming deeper and deeper, occupying every thinking nerve.

It feels bad to be hungry, especially when I woke up from hunger in the middle of the night, the darkness was silent, and only the strange sound of "Ji Li Gulu" came from my stomach, as if I had a terrible experience of being in an ogre cave.

On several occasions, Fuquan would stretch out his left hand and gently caress his wife who was sleeping beside him, but his right hand quietly reached the edge of the bed, touching the handle of the knife inserted there with his fingers.

When you are hungry, you will be associated with food no matter what you see.

He felt his wife reaching out to touch her body. Perhaps, she was thinking about the same thing as herself, and her other hand was also wandering around the sharp metal weapon.

Before dawn, Fuquan, who had made up his mind, got up early, called a few guards and the priests in the village, left home and headed towards Panshi Village.

...

Fuquan had been to Panshi Village before, but that happened several years ago. Now, the changes in this village have surprised him.

Everyone was busy building the house. Neatly timbered green bricks were transported in a tow truck, mixed with large pieces of rock, filled with evenly mixed mud mortar in the middle. Instead of tiles on the roof, logs were used as beams, with large coverings on the surface, and then bricks were built with bricks.

Such construction methods are not new, and similar buildings can be seen in some villages of the Lu people. However, this is the first time Fuquan has seen a large-scale construction like Panshi Village.

There were too many warning towers standing between the houses. Fuquan pointed it with his finger and counted seven. He was puzzled. A normal village would not have to set up so many warning towers. Under normal circumstances, only two would be enough.

He called out a man who was pushing a wooden cart to transport bricks back and forth. The man was honest, without any concealment, and said bluntly: "This is a newly built greenhouse in our village."

"Gas room?" Fuquan and his men widened their eyes, feeling that their minds were not enough. The fresh noun that popped out of the man's mouth was really brain-burning. They had never heard of it and could not understand it.

"That house is used in winter." The man who was running simply put down his cart, gestured with his hands, and explained conspicuously: "Do you see that the house looks like a long thick tube? Our leader said that it is called a "chimney". Did you see that the house is next to another room? There is a pipe connected there. In winter, as long as you burn firewood in a large thick tube house, all the surrounding houses will not be frozen even if they are not lit at night. It is very warm, so it is called a warm room."

Inspiring language has an unexpected promotion effect on the closed brain. Feiyang's thoughts instantly raised the ignorant listeners' IQ levels. Fuquan, including everyone, nodded involuntarily.

That’s right! It looks like the "greenhouse" of the alert tower is connected to more than a dozen houses, arranged neatly.

It's really a wonderful idea!

Forget it today. When winter comes, find some time to come and see if this kind of greenhouse is useful. If it really works, Zuosuozhai can also do it.

With this idea, Fuquan met Tianhao.

Without the hypocrisy and politeness on the surface, this is the best thing for young people: honesty! Unlike an old fox, who always talks about him, randomly finds some topics to be perfunctory, first worrying about you, then rushing you to express your requirements and bottom line. How could you be like the young leader of Panshi Village? When you meet, you smile and ask: "Captain Fuquan, are you here to exchange food?"

"Happiness" needs comparison to occur. Several groups of people who exchanged food for cloth came to the village one after another. After comparison, the price offered by Panshi Village is the most suitable and the most generous.

Fuquan no longer thinks about the "glory of the past". Last year, the good situation where people in the village could fill their stomachs by spinning and weaving cloth is no longer there. As a human being, you have to look forward and be more at ease. Although the amount of dried fish given by Tianhao was small, the quality of the thing was good. Soaked in water, it can fill your stomach with real stuff.

With the basis of mutual recognition, the negotiation atmosphere will become friendly and things will become easier to negotiate. In the words of the "News Broadcast" in the civilized era: the leaders of the two villages reached a consensus on bilateral trade relations in a warm and friendly atmosphere, and exchanged opinions on topics of interest to both sides. Panshizhai promised that they would never use inferior products as good people in the transaction. Zuosuozhai expressed his agreement and demanded that the friendship between the two sides be continued.

The final transaction volume was 1,500 pieces of cotton and 600 pieces of linen, which was several times more than Tianhao's original requirement.

This is almost all the inventory in Zuosuozhai.

The negotiations were the leader, and the next work was handed over to the priests of the two villages. They made clay boards on the spot and wrote down the entire transaction process on them with carved knives. The text was very simple, and the focus was on the types and quantity of goods exchanged by both parties. After completing all this, Tianhao and Fuquan pressed their thumbs hard on the two clay boards. The priests on both sides confirmed that it was correct and also pressed their own fingerprints.
Chapter completed!